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Conatrna.tlnn la rnuaod on th last
lnht that tha Opera Is managed by l
blenne and poIlKuy beoauae of tha ap
pearance of a Knout, paid to hava been
In evidence on several pruvloua occaxlons.
Christina Daae. a member of tha upera
company. Is called upon to fill ft very
Important pnrt and scores a great suc
cess. Count da Chaajny and his brother
Ita'oul are unions those who applaud the
ittrwer. Itaoul tries to see Chclstlno In
the dreeing room, but Is unablo to do ao
and Inter discovers thut some one Is mak
ing love to her. She emerices alone, and
upon entering the room he finds It empty.
While the farewell ceremony for the re
tiring managers Is going on, the Opera
Ghost appenrs and Informs the new man
agers that Mux No. 6 Is reserved for hlin.
lox No. 6 Is sold with disastrous results.
The manngers receive a letter from tha
Opera Ghost calling attention to the er
ror. Christine Daae writes rtaoul that
she Ims gone to visit the grave of her
rnther. He goes also, and in the night
follows her to the church. Wonderful
violin music la heard. Raonl visits a
irravevard. Tlantil la found next morning
almost frosen. Moncharmln and Kluhard
Investigate Box No. 6 and decide to see
the performance of "Kaust" from front
seats of that box. Carlotta. .who sings
the leading part In "FauM." is warned to
give the part to Christine. Carlotta
refusing, loses her voice In the middle
of a song and tho main chandelier
ernnhes down, killing a woman and
wounding many, rtnoyl searches for
fliristlne, who ns.i disappeared. He sees
her at last, but does not speak, and later
a note is received from her making an
nppolntment for a masked ball. Kaoul
meets Christine nt the ball. He tn a
rerson In tle dlsguiHe of Tied Death,
le hears her conversing with some ono
whom she calls Krlk. Iliinul visits
Christine and tells her he knows the
name of the unseen man whom she cnlls
tho Angel of Music, Christine and Ritoul
become secretly engaged prior to a p."lr
expedition that Tlaoul Is to make. Chris
tine relfites a strange adventure with tho
unseen Rrlk and promises to run away
with Raoul Raonl announces his inten
tion of ma trying Christine, which dis
pleases riilllppe. In the m!cst of a per
formance the stage Is enveloped In dark
Vs and Christine disappears. No truce
of her is found. Monehiirmln and Rich
ard heliuve strangely. Raoul searches
madly for the tnh.tlng singer. Tho Opera
Ghost demands the llrst Installment of his
allowance, and when It Is left nt an ap
pointed place the sum mysteriously dls
eptieurs. Raoul goes In search of Chris
tine, lln meets n mysterious person
known ms the Persian. The Persian plans
to aid Raoul in locating Christine and
they rain access to a secret chamber.
The two find themselves In a passageway
which they expect will lead to where
Christine has undoubtedly been carried
by Krlk. The Persian knows Erllt to
have been one of the contractors who
built the Opera. Also that while the work
was In progress there was built a secret
torture chamber beneath tha structure.
Krom this chamber Raoul and the Per
sian hear Erik and Christine conversing.
Erik misses a bag containing valunhle
keys. Christine looks Into the chamber
and asMires Krlk that there Is no ono
there. Phe discovers that ha Is a ven
triloquist. Krlk and the Persian are nl
most overcome bv the horrors of this
room, and while searching for means of
release they come upon a barrel of gnn
ijMiwder. Krlk hud planned to blow up the
Paris Ornnd Opera and all in attendance
should Christine refuse to ho his wife.
Thev find Christine. Erik returns and bv
flooding the torture-cellar with water
threatens alt with death.
CHAPTER XXVI. (Continued.)
Krlk left' the room tor a moment,
and the Persian raised himself on his
elbow, looked around blm and saw
Chlrstino iJaae sitting by the flresldo.
He Fpoko to her, called ber, but be
was still very weak and fell back on
his pillow. Christine came to him,
laid her hand on his forehead and
went away again. And the Persian
remembered that, as sho went, she did
not give a glance at M. de Cbagny,
who. It is true, was sleeping peace
fully; and she sat down again In her
chair by the chimney-corner, silent as
a sister of charity who bad taken a
vow of silence.
Erik returned with some little bot
tles which he placed on the mantel
piece. And, again In a whisper, so as
not to wake M. de Chagny, he said
to the Persian, after sitting down and
feeling his pulse:
"You are now saved, both of you.
And soon I shall take you tip to the
surface of the earth, to please my
Thereupon he rose, without any fur
ther explanation, and disappeared
one mote.
f The Persian now looked It Chrls
qult profile under the lamp,
the was reading a tiny bock, with gilt
Edge's, like a religious book. There
re editions of The Imitation that look
like that. The Persian still had in
hi ear the natural tone in which the
other tad said, "to please my wife."
Very gently, he called ber again; but
Cbrlatlne was wrapped up In her
book and did not bear him.
Erik returned, mixed the daroga a
draft and advised him not to speak to
"hit wife" again nor to any one, be
cause It might be very dangerous to
everybody' health.
Eventually, the Persian fell asleep,
like If. de Cbagny, and did not wake
nutll he was In hi own room, nursed
by hi faithful Darius, who told blm
that, on the night before, ha, was
found propped against the door of hi
flat,' where ha had been brought by a
tranger, who rang the bell before go
ing away. '
A soon as the daroga recovered hi
strength and hi wit, he sent -to
Count Philippe' house to Inquire after
the viscount' health. The answer
wa that th young man had not been
seen and that Count . Philippe waa
dead. , ill . body wa found on th
bank of the opera lake, on the Hue
- 8crlbe side. The Persian remembeied
the requiem mas which he bad beard
from behind the wall of the torture
chamber, and bad no doubt concern-
lngp the crime and the criminal.
Knowing Erik as he did, he easily re
constructed the tragedy. Thinking
that his brother had run away with
Christine Dane, Philippe bad dashed
in pursuit of him along the Brussels
Road, where he knew that everything
was prepared for the elopement. Fail
ing to And the pair, he hurried back
to the opera, remembered Kaoul's
strange confidence about his fantastic
rival and learned that the viscount
bad made every effort to enter the
cellars of the theater and that he bad
disappeared, leaving his hat in the
prima donna's dressing-room beside
an empty -pistol-case. And the count,
who no longer entertained any doubt
of his brother's madness, in his turn
darted into that Infernal underground
maze. This was enough, in the Per
sian's eyes, to explain the discovery
of Count de Chagny's corpse on the
shore of tho lake, where the siren,
Erik's siren., kept watch.
The Persian did not hesitate. He
determined to inrorm the police. Now
the case was in the hands of an ex-amlnlng-magistrate
called Faure, an
incredulous, commonplace, superficial
sort of person (I write as I think),
with a wind utterly unprepared to re
ceive a conlidence of this kind. M.
Faure took down the daroga'8 deposi
tions find proceeded to treat him as a
Despairing of ever obtaining a hear
Ing, the PvrKlan tat down to write.
As the police did not want his evi
dence, perhaps the ijiobb would be
glad of it; ftnd he had j'li-t written
the last lino of the narrative I have
quoted in tho pwrdi::n chapters,
when Dariun announced the visit cf a
stranger who refused lit name, who
would not show his luce mid declared
simply that he did not intend to leave
the place until be had spoken to the
daroga. -
The Persian at once felt who his
singular visitor was and ordered him
to be shown In. The (aroga was
right. It was the ghost, it was Erik!
- He looked extremely weak and
leaned against the wall, as though he
were afraid of falling. Taking off his
Silent a a Slater of Charity Who
hat, be revealed a forehead white a
wax. The rest ef the horrible face
wa hlddon by th mask.
. The Persian rose to hi feet a Erik
entered. '"
' ''Murderer of Count Philippe, what
have you done with hi brother and
Cbrlstlne Daae?"
Krlk staggered under this direct at
tack, kept llent for a moment
dragged himself to a chair and heaved
fJl Aft
a deep sigh. Then, speaking In short
phrases and gasping for breath bo-
tween tho words:
"Dnrcga, don't talk to mo .
about Count I'hllluuo, ... lie
was dead ... by the time
I left my bouse ... be was doad
. . . when . . . the siren sang
. . . It was an . . . accident
... a sad . . . a very sad
. . . accident. He fell very awk
wardly . . . but simply and oat
urally . . . Into the lakei . .
"You lie!" ehouted the Persian,
Erik bowed bis head and said:
"I have not come here ... to
talk about Count Philippe . . . but
to tell you that ... 1 am going
. . . to die. . . ."
"Where are Raoul de Cbagny and
Christine Daae?"
''I am going to die. , .
"Raoul de Cbagny and ' Christine
Daae?" v J
"Of love . T . daroga .
1 am dying . . . of love. .
That Is how It Is. . . . I loved her
so! . . . And I love her still
daroga . . . and I am dying of
love for her. I ... 1 tell you!
. . . If you knew bow beautiful she
was . . . when she let me kiss
her . . . alive. . . . It was the
first . . . time, daroga, the first
. . . tlmo t ever kissed a woman.
. . . Yes, alive. ... 1 kissed
her alive .... and she looked us
beautiful as If she had been dead!"
The Persian shook Erik by the arm
"Will you tell me if she is alive or
"Why do you shake me like that?"
asked Erik, making an effort to speak
more connectedly. "I tell you that 1
am going to die. ... Yes. 1 kissed
her alive. .. ."
"And now she Is dead?"
"I tell you 1 kissed her Just like
that, on her forehead ... and
she did not draw back tier forehead
from my Hps! . . . On, she , is a
good girl ! As to her being
dead, 1 don't think so; but It has noth
ing to do with me. . . . No, no,
she is not dead! And no one shall
touch a hair of 'her head! She Is a
good, honest girl, and she saved your
life, daroga, at a moment when 1
would not have given twopence for
your Persian skin. As a matter of
fact, nobody bothered about you. Why
were you there with that little chap?
You would have died as well as he!
My word, how she entreated mo tor
ber little chap! But 1 told her that,
as she bad turned the scorpion, she
had, through that very fact, and of
her own free will, become engaged to
me and that she did not need to have
two men engaged to her, which was
true enough.
"As for you. you did not exist, you
had ceased to exist. I tell you, and
you were going to dlo with the other!
. . . Only, mark me, daroga, when
you were yelling like the devil, be
cause or the water. Christine came )
to me with her beautiful blue eyes
wide open, and swore to me. as she
hoped to be saved, that she consented
to be my living wife! . . . Until
then, in 4 the depths of her eyes,
daroga, 1 had always seen my dead
wife; It was the first time 1 saw my
living wife there. She was sincere.
Had Taken a Vow or Silence.
a she hoped to be eared. She would
not kill herself. It wa a bargain
. . . Half a minute later..; all th
water wa back in the lake; and
had a hard Job with you, daroga, for
upon my honor, I thought you were
done for! .... However! ;
There you were! . .It wa un
derstood that '. was to take you both
up to the urrace of tbe earth. When,
at last, I cleared the Louis-Philippe
room of you, I cafcne bark alono. .
"What have yiu- done with tho
Vlcomto de Chagny?" asked the Per
sian, Interrupting blm.
"All, you see, daroga, 1 couldn't
curry him up like that, at once. . .
He was a hostage. . . . But I
could not keep him In the bouse on
the lake either, becauso of Christine;
so I locked him up comfortably, 1
chained him up nicely a whiff of
the Mazenderan scent had left him a
limp a a rag in the Communists'
dungeon, which la in the most desert
ed and remote part of the opera, be
low the fifth cellar, where no one ever
comes, and where no one ever hears
you. Then 1 came back to Christine.
She was waiting for ma. . . ."
Erik bre rose solemnly. Then ho
continued, but, a he spoke, he wa
overcome by all hi former emotion
and began to tremble like a leaf:
"Yes, she wa waiting for m . .
waiting for me erect and alive, a real,
living bride . . . as she hoped to
be saved. ... And, when I . . .
came forward, more timid than
. . . a little child, she did not run
away ... no, no . . . sho
stayed . . ' she waited for roo.
. . .1 even believe ... daroga
. . . that she put out her rorehead
. . . o little . . . oh, not much
. . . just a little . . . Uke a
living bride. ... And . . . and
. . . 1 . . . fctased her! . . .
1! ... I! ... X! ... And
she did not die! . . . Oh, how
good It is. daroga, to kiss somebody
on the forehead! . . . You can't
tell! . . . But I! I! . . ' . My
mother, daroga, my poor, unhappy
mother would never . . . let me i
kiss ner. . . . sne used to run
away . . . and . throw me my
mask! . . . Nor any other woman
. . ever, ever! . . . Ah, you
can understand, my happiness was so
great. I cried. And I fell at ber feet
crying . .. and I kissed ber feet
. her little feet . . . crying.
You're crying, too. daroga . .
"Poor, Unhappy Erlkl'
and she cried also . . . the angel
cried !..."'
Erik sobbed aloud and the Persian
himself could not retain his team in
the presence of that masked man.
who, with his shoulder shaking and
his hand clutched at hi chest, was
moaning with pain and love by turns.
"Yes, daroga . . . I felt ber
tcirs flow on my forehead . ... on
mine, mine! . . . They wwe soft
, . they were sweet! . . They
trickled under my mask . . . they
mingled with my tear in my eye
. ... they flowed between my lip.
. . Listen, daroga, listen to what
I did. ... I tore off my mask ao
as not to. lose one of, her tears . , .
and she did not run awayl ...
And she did not die! ... She re
mained alive, weeping over me, with
mo. We cried together! I have tasted
all tho happiness the world can
offer!" -
And Erik fell Into 'a"chalr,""choklng
for breath.
. "Ah, 1 am not going to die yet . .
presently 1 shall . . . but let me,
cry! . . . Listen, daroga . . ,
listen to this. . . . While 1 wa at
her feet . . . heard her say,
'Poor,' unhappy Erik!' . . . And
she took my band! . . . I had be
come no more, you I vow, than a poor
dog ready to die for her. . . ,
mean it, daroga! . . , 1 held In
my band a ring, a plain gold nn
which I had given ber . . . whicn
she bad lost ... and which I bad
found again ... wedding-ring.
you know. ... I slipped It Into
her little hand and said, 'There! ,
Tcke it! , . . Take It for ym
. . . and blm! ... It shall be
ny wedding present ... a pie
eut tiwin your poor, tiuhaipy Erik.
... I know you love tho boy . .
don't cry any n:ore! , . . She
asked mc, In & very soft voice, wnat l
meant . . . Then 1 made ber un
uerstand that, whore she waa con
cerned, 1 waa only a poor dog. ready
to die for her . . . but that she
could marry the young man when she
pleased, because she had cried with
me and mingled her tear with mine!"
Erik' emotion was so great that be
had to tell the Persian not Jo look at
hi in. 'for he was choking and must
take off his mask. The daroga went
to the window and opened It. Hi
heart was full of pity, but be took
care to keep bis eyes fixed on the
tree In the Tuilerle gardens, lest he
should see the monster' face.
"I went and released the young
man," Erik continued, "and told him
to come with me to Christine. . . .
They kissed before me in the Louis
Philippe room. . . . Christine had
my rIng7A made Christine
sweat to come back, one night, when
I wa dead, crossing the lake from
the Rue-Scribe side, and bury me in
the greatest secrecy with the gold
ring, which she wa to wear until
that moment . . . told her
where she would find my body and
what to do with It. . . . Then
Christine kissed me, for the first
time, herself, here, on the forehead
don't look, daroga! here, on the fore
head ... on my forehead, mine
don't looit, daroga! and they went
off together. . . Christine had stop
ped Yrylng. ... I alono cried.
. . . Daroga, daroga. If cfirlstln
- her prc"iise. she will come back
oon! ..."
. mj Persian asked blm no question.
He was quite reassured a to the fat
of Raoul Chagny and Christine Daae;
no one could have doubted the word
of. the weeping Erik that night
The monster resumed hi mask and
collected his strength to leave the
daroga. He told blm that, when ha
felt his end to be very near at band,
he would send him. In gratitude for
the kindness which tbe Persian had
shown blm, that which be held dear
est In the world: all Christine Daae'
papers, which she had written for
Raoul' benefit and left with Krlk, to
gether with a re w "objects belonging
to ber, such as a pair of gloves, a
shoe-buckle and two pocket-handkerchiefs.
In reply to the Persian' ques
tions, Erik told him that the two
young people, a soon as they found
themselves free, had resolved to ao
and look for a priest in some lonely
pot where they could bide their bap
bines and that, with this object In
view, they .had started from "the
northern railway station of the world "
Lastly, Erik railed on the Persian, at
moon a he received the promised rei
ki and papers, to Inform the young
couple of hi death and to advertise tl
In to. Epoque. a
"Oo to the opera."
And th cab drove off into the nlht.
That waa all. The Persian saw
Erik to the door of bis flat, and Darius'
helped him down to the street A
cab wa waiting for . him. Erik step
ped In; tad the Persian, who bad
gone back to the window, heard htm
ay to the driver:
The Persian had seen tbe poor, un
fortunate Erik for the Inst time. Three
weeks later, the Epoque published
thl advertisement:
"Erik la dead." ,
' . , THE END. '
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How to Work While You Play.
A French collaborator of Thomas.
Edison has Just Invented a sewing
machine which is also a piano. Its
jnechanlsm is so arranged that every
time the operator strikes a note on
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shado by a simple mechanical con
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"What Is itr
"A coronet."
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Griggs I am surprised that you put
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